‘How about a kiss?’ He asked, rubbing his hands.
The air was dry, it was freezing and the snowfall had happened just a few minutes ago.
She didn’t respond. Perhaps she was too busy heating herself near the bonfire. He asked again, ‘How about a kiss?’
She looked at him with a strange expression, as if he had asked something he shouldn’t have.
‘What are you looking at? Its not our first time…’ She mumbled.
He looked at her wrinkled face, they had aged, physically, but emotionally they were same. The sixty years old body still resided a heart of sixteen inside.
Every new time was their first time!